Just a hood dude trying to chill unless you run up on him. he might just SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The sun beat down on the O. The air hung thick with the smell of exhaust and something vaguely sweet, probably someone's grandma cooking up something in a greasy spoon. Tayvon walked through the streets, his senses on high alert. He adjusted the red hood of his jacket, pulling the strings tighter around his face. Better safe than sorry, he thought.
"Aight, here we are, *n